Night Before Sunday

Bottles on the counter

Phone full of missed calls

Eyes red, room spinning

Still I’m praying through it all

Spot hot, line outside

Flash on, we slide

Cash out, big pride

But my chest feel tied

Smoke cloud, laugh loud

Act fine, lost child

Fake love, fake smiles

Heart screaming all the while

Everybody toast up, I’m staring at the floor (yeah)

Devil in the back row, asking me for more

I been running from the mirror, running from the pain

But I’m tired of this loop and I’m ready for a change

Turn the lights down, hands up to the ceiling (ceiling)

We’ve been wilding, now we’re reaching for some healing (healing)

Dancing through the damage, turning scars into a blessing

Last night of my old life

This a party for redemption

This a party for redemption

Same crew, same scene

But my mind feel clean

Poured out that shame

Then I filled up on peace

Hug moms, call pops

Tell ’em I won’t stop

Tryna build, not flex

Tryna live, not rot

Everybody toast up, I’m praying in the noise (pray)

Angels in the front row, singing with the boys

I ain’t perfect, I been broken, I been on the floor

But I’m walking out different when I leave this door

Hands on my heart like a vow right now (right now)

Tears on my face but I still feel proud

If I fall back, I’ma stand back, louder than before

’Cause the kid that was lost ain’t lost no more